Ruggerio “Mr. Capoletti, Mr. Montecco and his partners are here to see you.” I thank Arabella who announced my long-awaited meeting and stand up, closing the upper button of my jacket. “Let’s keep it clean and simple, son.” I grunt in response to my father, who gets out of the elevator with me, followed by my grandfather and two of our lawyers. Funny for him to say that after all the speeches he gave me about this meeting. Entering the largest meeting room we have a few floors beneath my office, I’m faced with a stunning view. And by that I don’t mean the four tall men, all dressed in tailored suits, but the woman standing in their middle. She is wearing a black etui dress that hugs her curves to perfection and her curled black hair is neatly tightened to the side into a low ponytail. At least I will have something to ogle while my kin fights with hers. I get torn out of my thoughts as my father spits his first snarky remark. My family takes their seats without doing a round of
Ginevra My body goes into fight or flight mode as panic flows through me. Ruggerio, on the other hand, stands in front of me with an evil smile, putting the sole evidence of our dirty little secret back into his shirt. Here he is, standing right before me, the man of my indecent and forbidden dreams. Gloating about the worst possible way he could expose our secret definitely. “Am I allowed to call you by your first name now, your ladyship?” Ruggerio’s smoky voice rolls off him nonchalantly and he doesn’t even make an effort to keep it down. I click my tongue trying to deceive him about how much it actually means to me. “This doesn’t mean anything.” “Does it?” I can hear that his cocky grin is still very present in his voice, but I play it cool. Or at least I do my best to do so. “Yes, we made a deal. And it was to conceal our identities because it meant nothing.” What a fraud. “I hope I can trust your promise of confidentiality to keep this between the two of us while we get
Ginevra I barely register the voices discussing in a shouting tone around me. This so-called debriefing is ridiculous and completely unnecessary. As Federico has concluded the negotiation competently, they should focus on that, rather than rage about our contract partner. Sighing tiredly, I wait for the men to calm down, but eventually excuse myself to retreat to my room. They would not care to hear my opinion anyway. After falling onto my bed, I roll on my back and take out my phone. In the meantime, Ruggerio has provided me with a location, signaling me that he is already there, waiting for me. My heart beats faster at seeing that it is a house on the beach in the Hamptons. At least I will die in some pretty place. *** Time has never crept slower. I nearly have a fit of rage as I even have to sit with my family for dinner. The conversations are so slow and just pointless. As I seem to be barely functioning, my thoughts are running a marathon. Lucky for me, my mother thinks I am
Ginevra Ruggerio re-surfaces from the room to the left with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Sitting next to me, I can already feel my body heat up at his vicinity. You can’t be serious. Like the nervous bundle I am, I could just make him a little compliment, but naturally, I go all-in telenovela-style. Thinking of it, he didn’t even make me a compliment. “Would you just make sure my body is found. It would break my father’s heart if that weren’t the case.” He stops, looking at me confused before he cracks up, removing the cork with a plop. “Dear God, relax. I have other sites where I can make someone disappear. I wouldn’t bring them to my fucking vacation home.” Still wearing his big smirk, he pours the wine into our glasses. “Also, do you know how much GPS-stuff is built into your fancy car?!” He scoffs before he adds, “They would have me in no time.” I stare at him deadpanning while his smirk grows. “You are such an idiot!” “You started it, Princess.” His chuckle d
Ginevra My phone vibrating relentlessly in my purse has me opening my eyes groggily. The sun streams into the open space and for a moment I’m lost trying to remember what kind of paradise I am in. “Just throw it into the ocean.” Ruggerio’s deep baritone voice has me jerking up. I blink repeatedly, assessing my surroundings, still convinced that this is just a dream. Apparently, we didn’t even make it to the bed and are lying on a fluffy carpet in front of the couches. Touching the soft material of the blanket covering me, I realize that he has gotten us blankets and cushions. Maybe to not wake me from my deep and satisfied slumber. So cute. I snatch my purse and take my phone out of it hastily. As I see Nina’s name flashing on the screen, I get up, taking the blanket with me. Ruggerio groans and tries to grab me, but I escape him with a giggle. Stepping out on the terrace through the s
Ginevra I’m already running late as I get into the car. Ruggerio knocks at my window, getting me to lower it. “Ru, I’m already late.” He grins mockingly before he leans in to give me another kiss. “That agency they sent you to. I want the name.” “What?” I look at him questioningly. “The marriage-pairing-solution-agency they sent you to. I want to see what you wrote.” I laugh and open my mouth feigning shock. “You can’t! They are strictly confidential.” “Yeah, sure!” He still grins, kissing me again. “Careful on the road, babe.” Giving my car a little tap at that, I close the window and start driving off his property. Reaching the highway, all the pent-up joy in me bubbles up, ending up in a strange happy dance and I can’t help the smile growing on my face. I’m so dead. *** Arrived at the bar, I already spot Nina sitting at a table through the windows. She is munching on something and isn’t looking happy at all. “Honey, are you okay?” I ask her, nearing the table cautiously.
Ginevra It doesn’t take long for him to answer, but before I can check the message, Nina returns with our chilled drinks, and I take mine from her with a wide smile. We spend a few hours chatting lightly, eating and drinking. As the bar fills up more and more, the music gets louder, and Nina changes her seat to sit next to me. I finally get the right timing to ask her what her fight with Mr. Happy-Smile was about at the club. Until now, she had always been evasive when I had tried to talk to her about him. That’s not like her at all, as her men-eater-demeanor usually has her speak freely about her lovers. She even remains unimpressed when one of them stops contacting her as she normally doesn’t give a flipping rat’s behind. “So, what were you two fighting about at the club?” “What? Who?” She looks at me like she doesn’t understand, while I know exactly that she is hiding something. We practically already talked to each other while being carried around in buggies. I read her poker f
*** Trigger Warning: SA *** Ginevra Descending the stairs, I follow a narrow footpath to a small gate separating the patio from the flowery garden. As we walk through the colorful garden and the big trees, I comment on what my mother is growing from time to time. To be honest, she doesn’t even do it herself, she simply instructs maids and then buys flowers from an expensive shop. It gets rather awkward as I am solely talking about the flowers, and he is staring around with a creepy grin. I feel him get increasingly closer as we walk over the grass fields and cobble-stoned paths before we enter a small labyrinth leading to a fountain. I’m impressed that he hasn’t stopped me with a mean comment already and I find myself struggling to feel comfortable. In my own family’s garden. My heart drops as I suddenly feel his hand groping my ass and I turn around so fast to cover, risking having me falling like a dreidel. What the actual… “What are you doing?” He stands there, flashing me on
My lovely readers I hope you enjoyed my debut novel and the extra chapters. I am very happy to have been able to share this incredible journey with you and am currently looking into the possibility of doing a spin-off about Elisabetta and Alexander. If it will work out, you’ll know :D Be certain to follow me on the socials by finding me with my full name to get all my updates. In the meantime, I will leave that little sneak peek of my planned sequel below. Much love, Shelagh ’s business, the twins want to go to New York and regain the legacy their parents lost by marrying for love. After traveling to New York under false pretenses, they are ready to take what would belong to them as a birthright. But as soon as they find themselves between the Monteccos and Capolettis in the huge metropolis, they find out soon enough about where thei
Federico “Good afternoon, Mr. Montecco. How was your flight?” Alfredo greets me with a smile as he holds open the door of the limousine. “It was alright, Alfredo. Thank you very much.” I take a deep breath as I settle into the backseat, and Alfredo drives off. It’s not that I’m not looking forward to finally seeing my sister again, but work and the planning of my upcoming trip are taking a toll on me, making me want to just drop everything and depart a month prior than scheduled. Locking my phone after answering a few emails I got during the flight, I put it back into my inside pocket and open the newspaper I was trying to read all along. But of course, I don’t get too far as we seem to reach the mansion my sister is living in with her husband at lightning speed. “Thank you, Alfredo,” I say, as he opens the door for me and goes to fetch my luggage. I have barely stepped out of the car as I see the entrance of the beautiful home before me open and my sister steps outside with a s
Elisabetta “What the hell?!” Ginevra says as we drag her into the room with her wedding dress.It had been a struggle to bring her onto a plane, and through New York. I guess that the fact that we had everything private, like the jet and the chauffeurs, saved us from a lot of trouble.We had originally planned to drug her with some light sleep-inducing drug. But suddenly, Nina was against it and made us change our plans. So, we figured out the tactic of telling her that Ruggerio had left, leaving her at the altar, in order to get her onto a plane to New York. But as we started to tell her that she lost it completely.She kept screaming that she didn’t believe us and that she wanted to speak to him.Naturally, we couldn’t have her speak to him.As he was indeed waiting for her at the altar.So, plan C kicked in.Even if it should be called plan P, as it rose from the panic we felt at that moment.We overpowered her, and while our staff took all the packed things we needed to take with
Francesco “Did you hear from any of them?” Ruggerio asks me for the umpteenth time.“Yes, Ru. Nina just texted me. Your spouse is still alive.” I check my watch before flashing my grumpy best friend a grin.He looks ready to rip my head off my shoulders, but I will let it slip as he is losing his mind at how nervous he is.“Ready, bro?” I ask him, and he closes his eyes while taking a deep breath.“Yes!” He says, clearing his throat.I slap his arms, getting him to pull onto his sleeves again. He clicks his tongue as I chuckle at how cute he is.Wanting to look perfect for his bride.“Let’s go!”With another deep breath, we walk down the stairs and out of the gateway to reach the wedding venue with the hugely built patio where empty chairs and a floral bow are already waiting. It is breathtaking because of the view of a vineyard, but also because of its lovely decorations.It would have been the perfect place for them to get married.My heartbeat skyrockets as I am still unsure how h
ElisabettaRuggerio distorts his face, and again it is Nina who is the first to speak. “I guess they are still convinced that she is pregnant. Or hoping that it is the case by now…”Silence falls upon us as we stare at Hissy and Nina with a shocked expression.“She would lose the baby. Especially, as we are highly superstitious when it comes to these kind of things.” Hissy adds, getting us to stare at the packages gutted.Nina tears herself out of her trance, and whispers. “I have to talk to her.”As she disappears into the house, I turn to my brother who is already clenching his jaw. His stare doesn’t leave the door where Nina just disappeared through, even as I talk to him. “Ruru, don’t worry. We will get rid of them. But you should go now. Don’t let her think that you are worried as she will get more anxious.”By lying my hand on his arm, I lean in to get into his line of sight. He nods slowly, and before he gets steered away by Frank, he reaches into his pocket. Handing me a folde
Elisabetta It is rather comical how they had to tear my brother off that ladder to get him away from Ginevra that we are still laughing about it the next morning.Ginevra wipes the tears from her eyes and sighs. “Giving him a ladder has really been a bad idea.”“Ah, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. You had to be dragged in as well.” We laugh as Nina mocks Ginevra jokingly. “You are both so mental. It’s disturbing but also incredibly cute.”Ginevra pulls Nina close, pressing her grinning face against Nina’s cheek.Seeing Ruggerio and the interaction with him must have done her incredibly well. I am glad to see her in an easygoing mood as I had thought a few times that she seemed troubled because she was pale and apparently felt sick.And I guess that two days before your special day, it is just going to be worse.At one point, we even had trouble getting her to eat something, which worried Nina especially. But she kept saying that she was too nervous to eat and that she didn’t want
Fortunately, the next few days are hectic, keeping me from thinking too much about what happened. Or how it broke my heart. As the guests for the wedding start to arrive, we are too busy with the final preparations to even find a moment to talk when we meet at the venue. But he still keeps standing as closely as possible to me. Making me feel the worst pain I have ever experienced before. I guess that rejecting his offer broke my heart much worse than his first rejection as I asked him about what he felt for me on our first date. Or the things he told me in Paris about how we were just compatible when it came to fucking. Taking a deep breath, I follow one of the minions of the wedding planner crew to arrange the flowers on the patio of the rehearsal dinner. We are turning the vases and picking at the flowers without any sense as I hear him clear his throat behind me. He is really getting on my nerves with this quirk of his. “What do you want?” I ask annoyed without even raisin
As soon as I straightened back up again, I get lifted off my feet and carried into the adjoining room with the whirlpool. “What are you doing?!” I squeal, punching his chest. “Let me down.” “I just want a bit of privacy.” He answers with clenched teeth, as he puts me down. He closes the door behind us, and I cross my arms over my chest. “You have some nerves.” “Do I?” He smirks but lifts a brow as he looks behind me. “Why isn’t that thing going?” Shrugging, I look back at the empty tube shortly before turning back to look at him. “We never use this.” He hums, and passes me, starting to fill the whirlpool. “We are going to use it now.” “You are kidding, right?” I ask, clicking my tongue, but he is already undressing. Turning my head away from him, blushing like a little girl, I suddenly feel him tugging at my jersey. “I’d never kid about the possibility of seeing you naked.” “You must have lost your mind!” I say, making him chuckle. “Come on, Annie. I’ll keep my hands to mysel
Turning to Elisabetta and Hissy, I get back into my excitement about the upcoming ceremony.“And the dress?” Hissy asks in a whisper.Elisabetta pouts her lips. “I don’t know if it is going to work, but I managed to book a small room by the venue where we can do the change and all the make-ups.”“Oh, I can’t wait.” Hissy squeals, making me giggle.“She is going to cry so much these days. She is going to love it!” I chime in, and the two women nod with a broad smile.Successfully dodging another attempt from Frank to finally have our “talk”, I walk ahead of the two ladies as they continue to chatter along.As we finally get back to our vacation home, Ginevra is already standing behind the door, looking like she is about to burst.“And how was it?”I hug her, swaying slightly. “Oh, it is perfect. It looks soooo beautiful. The flowers and the view. It’s going to be fantastic.”“For real?” She asks, wiping a small tear from her eye. “I’m so glad. I’m so nervous.”“You look pale, babes. Do